All religions are true but none are literal.

Your sacred space is where you can find yourself over and over again.

Who are we$$$ who is each one of us$$$ if not a combinatoria of experiences$$$ information$$$ books we have read$$$ things imagined?

We cannot love or think except in fragments of time each of which goes off along its own trajectory and immediately disappears.

There is poetry as soon as we realize that we possess nothing.

Life is one long process of getting tired.

Your success as a family... our success as a nation... depends not on what happens inside the White House$$$ but on what happens inside your house.

The glory of the next world that will never wear out$$$ while the good things of this world will vanish.

One leak will sink a ship$$$ and one sin will destroy a sinner.

You throw thorns$$$ falling in my silence they become flowers.